[Intro]We all dream one day we kings and queensWe all dream one day we kings and queensMy nigga made it, we just young, living the dreamMy nigga made it, we just young, living the dream[Verse 1: Tyga]Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denimMy marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemistsMonumental, statues like EgyptiansGod cover my soul, need it, can't let it goI know you get lonely when I ain't home, on the roadI know I ain't perfect, I'm out here working for the throneI would take you along, but then that college loan you'll oweYoung girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress usSaying they all different, but I don't show them no effortUnderestimated that, then I testedHad to make investments, honey colored dressed itI'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shitShit on anybody with an opinion, you dead wrongGo against a bull nigga head-onI'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bombArmy stance, ready for warWe use a Andy Warhol to paint the decorApologizing for my actions, sometimes I get boredThey say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door[Hook: Tyga] x2We all dream one day we kings and queensWe all dream one day we be kings and queensMy nigga made it, we just young, living the dreamMy nigga made it, we just young, living the dream[Verse 2: Wale]Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chestAnd now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his breathThough my credits are slept, my ambition the bestThough I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to deathWe in cool with all of these niggasI'm through with all of these niggasYou fool with all of these niggasYou lose like all of these (niggas)Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suitsAnybody riding with young'in will probably recoupHeavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyricsFinna be king, but I'm way too proud to offer as (minion?)I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, niggaAnd don't shit to these people's opinionsI'm a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitchesDouble M-G, Y-M-C-M, B ‘cause we run this you dig?We all kings, give anything to my soft queensI'm lost without them, when they around I am Charles Sheen[Hook] x2[Verse 3: Nas]You're in the presence of a majestic, esotericMessage from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respectedI can say ghettoest ‘cause I come from where metal spitPraying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil's gripWon't pop another pill, can't drink another sipTryna slow down with this pussy, I can't, I love this shitI seem to love these whips – a whiteMaserati's my birthright car, pass it, I need another hitAt night, where they murderedThat's the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ballSee I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private homeCollege to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdomShout out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang‘Cause he could die any day and you still the same thingSo that make you a queen, surviving anythingEscobar season begins, so let the semis ringPimp of the year, I could smack your fatherNot only with my hand, but with a black revolverI been in pressed silk since breast milkMets cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga